Chapter 262: Chapter 262



Charles was annoyed that someone had interrupted his words. He shot a black look at Amelia, “What’s the matter, why are you acting rashly?”.

Amelia took a breath, “A man is standing in front of the door with a crowd of people. He is asking you to hand over your sister.”

Charles and Dolores looked at each other for a split second. They could guess who was standing in front of the door in their hearts without saying a word.

“I’ll go out and take a look. Don’t go out and stay here,” there were only a few people in the villa. There was only Tom outside the door. Charles was afraid of hurting Dolores if there was a conflict.

Dolores stood up. could she avoid conflict if she stayed in the room?

Besides, she didn’t think Lacey’s brother would come to save her sister. She feared the man was going to blackmail for profit after learning that her sister knew Charles.

“I think there will be no conflict as long as he’s willing to pay.”

Dolores said sarcastically. She scoffed at how there could be people like the Ward Family in the world.

Charles had a poker face. He had a countermeasure to deal with this. He raised his head and looked at Dolores, “I won’t let them hurt you in my place.”

He pushed his wheelchair out of the room when he finished speaking. Amelia followed him silently and stole a glance at Dolores.

She sensed that Charles was very good to Dolores.

Jordan brought a dozen friends to Charles’ house who had always eaten, drank, and played with him. He couldn’t find Lacey, and he had managed to coax out of his cousin that Lacey knew Charles. So he brought these people along and went to Charles in search of his sister.

Charles rarely appeared in public because of his legs. The people of White City had heard Charles’ name and knew him. However, there were only a few people who had seen him. Jordan had also heard his name but had never seen him.

“Ask Charles to come out. I want to ask him where he got my sister from,” Jordan sat on the edges of the fountain in front of the villa. He had a cigarette between his lips, and a crowd of hooligans stood just behind Jordan.

Charles heard the words as he reached the door. He looked discouraged. He pushed his wheelchair to the door and said solemnly, “I’m Charles.”

Jordan saw that Charles was in a wheelchair. He blinked and didn’t react for a moment.

“Ha! Charles White is a cripple. There are some rumors going around about him about how powerful he is, but it turns out he’s just a cripple!” Jordan slapped his thighs and laughed out loud.

Dolores frowned and was surprised at Jordan’s ignorance.

Charles made a poker face and looked at Jordan, who was laughing there. Jordan’s face looked somewhat familiar and he thought he had seen it before.

He suddenly remembered the place where he had seen the face. He had met Jordan in the elevator when he had left Lacey’s house the last time. Jordan had laughed at him for being a cripple on that occasion, so Charles was impressed by Jordan.

Was he looking for Lacey that day?

“Tom, you’re more inefficient now,” he remembered that he had asked Tom to send someone to keep an eye on Lacey. However, Tom found nothing about it.

Tom didn’t dare contradict Charles and hung his head in silence. He only sent people to watch outside the development. How could he know what was going on in the development?

Jordan finished laughing at that point, “Is my sister here with you?”

“She’s at my house,” Charles agreed with him. This made Jordan not know how to continue his next words for a moment.

Jordan wanted Charles not to admit it so he could ask Charles for Lacey on his brother’s behalf. He could get some benefits from Charles if Charles didn’t turn Lacey over to him. However, Charles had admitted it immediately. How could he ask Charles for interest?

“Then where is my sister? Give me my sister and I’ll take her back home. If you think my sister is of any use to you, I can sell her to you,” Jordan dared to ask.

Jordan was coming for money, as Charles had deep pockets, and was the richest man in White City.

Charles’ face grew darker and graver. He gripped the arms of his wheelchair tightly. All right then. Charles couldn’t believe Jordan would sell a person out.

“Deal!” Charles promised Jordan.

Jordan was elated by Charles’ words. He didn’t expect Charles to promise him so quickly. He chuckled, “You’re a very generous rich man.”

The crowd of hooligans behind him echoed as well.

“So, how much do you want?” Charles snapped out of his bad mood and said indiscreetly.

Jordan became cautious when it came to money. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, “My sister looks good and can also work for you. Since you’re willing to buy her, it means she’s something useful for you, even if you’re not like her. How about this? I’ll sell her to you for one million yuan. She belongs to you as long as you give me the money.”

Charles pretended not to be easy, “How can I believe you, are your words any good? She is a person.”

Jordan feared that Charles would change his mind and quickly replied, “Don’t worry, my words are useful and I have the last word in my family. She is nothing more than a fatherless wild child adopted by my family. My family raised her since she was an infant, and it’s about time she returned the favor.”

“Do you often ask her for money?” asked Charles offhandedly.

Jordan didn’t think much of it. A spoiled child was simple, even if it was bullshit. “It’s okay for me to ask her for money since my family raised her.”

Charles glared at Jordan, who kept claiming they’d raised her.

Had they raised her?

Charles closed his eyes and controlled his emotions, “I want you to put it in writing.”

Jordan listened to Charles’ words, who was hoping to get money, “Then will you give me a million yuan after I write you a promise?”

“Of course,” Charles said.

“Okay, I will write it to you,” Jordan agreed with Charles without thinking anything. “Tom, bring him paper and pen,” Charles instructed him.

Tom turned around and went into the house to get a pen and paper, then handed them to Jordan.

In the past, Jordan rarely went to school to learn. He started being a street thug since he was in high school. He didn’t know what to write with a pen and paper in his hands. He scratched his head, “How do I write it?”

“Tom, go and show him what to write.”

Tom looked at Charles and asked quietly, “What do you want me to write?”.

Charles said softly, “Human trafficking.”

Tom knew his intentions, Charles wanted to have proof that Jordan was trafficking people.

Tom said, and Jordan wrote down his words. All Jordan could think about was the million yuan, so he wrote down everything Tom said.

After ten more minutes, Tom handed Charles the promise written by Jordan.

Jordan’s handwriting was not as good as the students’, but it was good in terms of content.

Charles handed it back to Tom, “Ask him to put his handprint on the pledge.”

Tom handed Jordan the pledge, “Put your print on the pledge.”

“How can I put my fingerprint on it without an ink pad?”

Tom held out his hands, “We don’t have an ink pad. You can use blood instead.”

Jordan blanched and mused, “Whose blood?”

“You can leave now if you don’t want the million yuan. I don’t have time to be with you,” Charles purposely showed his eagerness.

It was actually to shorten Jordan’s thinking time.

The crowd of hooligans behind Jordan persuaded him, “You can get a million yuan with just a little blood. Just get a little cut on your finger, and that’s it.”

Jordan glared hatefully at the man who was talking, “Just a little blood? Why don’t you cut a little slit on your finger?”

Jordan said it on purpose because he didn’t want to hurt himself. He was afraid of the pain.

Jordan knew these people cared about money too.

He could take them out for tasty food and strong drinks if he had the money.

“Use my blood instead, but you have to give me twenty thousand yuan when you get the million yuan.”

Jordan agreed without thinking anything, “Deal.”

Jordan thought, “I’ll get one million yuan, and I still have nine hundred and eighty thousand left after giving the man twenty thousand.”

The man broke his finger with his teeth and showed his finger in front of Jordan, “Here you go.”

Jordan smeared his index finger with blood and put his fingerprint on the garment. He tossed the paper garment to Tom, “Is it okay now?”.

“All right. Now I don’t have a million in cash. I’ll make a phone call to have someone bring it here,” Charles said, pulled out his phone and dialed a call.

Jordan was excited and planning what to do with the money, “I’ll take them out to eat at the restaurant when I have the money. Afterwards, we’ll go to the Dark Night. I hear there are many kinds of prostitutes there, feel free to choose the ones you like best. My treat.”

Dolores spoke nothing, but stood to the side in silence and watched the course of the affair. She knew Charles would not let Jordan off lightly.

Soon, the men who sent the money arrived at the villa. A dozen cars surrounded the place. More than forty people exited the cars one by one after the car doors were opened, and they formed a large circle, with Jordan and the crowd of hooligans in the center.

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